I've eaten my words.
They got stuck in my throat,
I'm choking on them,
I can't catch my breath,
My breath, it slipped through my fingers,
flew out of the window,
blew over the trees and so the leaves fell.

Left the grass covered in discarded leaf mold.
Molded the end of summer's heat,
all squishy and cold under my feet.

The leaves,
they dried out,
in the warm autumn sun,
Raked into a pile of greenery,
awaiting Guy Fawkes's visit,
A blaze of conspiracy,
turned into ashes,
caught on the breeze,
got stuck in the clouds,
to the poet's relief her words,
they were heard,
as they fell from the skies,
They landed on tides,
as the tides they turned,
As the poet,
she spoke of the lessons she learned.
(C) Livvi